Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

he still maintained a clear sense of direction and could identify that these tunnels led all the way to the outside of the city.

In order to set off a huge storm that would sweep the entire area, the prerequisite was sufficient manpower, material resources, and soldiers.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of clan warriors and tens of times more rats were gathered in Black-corner City.

Many of them were hard-working slaves and well-trained servants.

They were the human resources that the Rat Liberation Army needed the most.

If Meng Chao was the leader of the Rat Liberation Army, he would also think of ways to save these people from the clutches of evil before a real storm arose.

“Of course, the other possibility is that the rat people’s Liberation Army did want to cause trouble in Black-corner City, but their plan was accidentally exposed and suppressed.

“After all, Black-corner city in my previous life wasn’t the main battlefield of the Rat People’s rebellion.

“The place where the Rat People’s Liberation Army caused the most trouble was still in the territory of the Gold Clan.

“That’s why the Gold Clan sent out the Wolf Legion to suppress the Rat People’s Liberation Army.

“Watching the Rat People’s Liberation Army being suppressed is not in the interest of me and the civilization of Dragon City.
Putting aside morality and conscience, at the very least, the bigger the Rat People’s Liberation Army is in Black-corner City, the easier it will be for me to take advantage of the situation and take all the secret medicines, armor, and treasures of the Blood Hoof Clan!

“It’s decided.
I should help the Rat God!”

“Let’s not talk about turning Black-corner City upside down.
At the very least, I have to help more rat people escape from this man-eating demon cave!”

As Meng Chao was thinking, he smelled a familiar smell.

A rat warrior hurriedly ran to the rat expert and whispered something into his ear.
At the same time, he handed over a piece of cloth decorated with a badge.

The rat expert grabbed the piece of cloth from Meng Chao’s cloak.
His expression changed and he fell into deep thought.

“So, the rat expert wielding the long-handled ax spear is the emissary of the Rat God?”

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and quickly racked his brain.
“How should I help them without leaving a Trace?”

He quietly left the underground and went back the way he came.
Before he returned to the Blood Skull Arena, he had already thought of it.

In this matter of rebellion, the easterners of the ancient earth had extremely rich experience, and they even had the advantage of fusing with their bloodlines.

What was meant by a fish’s belly storing books, what was meant by the wild fox’s night howls, and what was meant by the Mo Dao stone man’s one eye… These were all things that the Easterners’ ancestors had left behind.

Thousands of years of rebellion and suppression had accumulated the lessons of blood and tears.

Along with the basic principles of the modern secret organization.

The slightest leak would be enough for the Mouse People’s Liberation Army to study deeply and gain endless benefits.

Based on what he had seen, Meng Chao pointed out three problems for the Mouse People’s Liberation Army.

The first was that the organization was too lax and did not have the slightest awareness of vigilance and anti-reconnaissance.

The most obvious problem was that the tentacles, which were scattered all over Black-corner City to mobilize the grassroots, could be directly connected to the command level, which was located in the depths of the nest and acted as the brain.

If that was the case, if a certain shrewd clan warrior caught a “tentacle,” would they not be able to follow the clues and take down the entire organization that the Rat People’s Liberation Army had set up in Black-corner City in one fell swoop?

Meng Chao suggested that the rat people’s Liberation Army should set up a few levels between the “tentacles” and the “brain.” Each member of each level should use a single line of communication.
At most, they would know their upper and lower levels, with the identities of two to three people, even if they were caught, they would not cause fatal damage to the organization.

In addition, the regular transmission of news did not require two members to meet each other directly.
It could be done through a dead mailbox.

The so-called dead mailbox was a place that had been selected by the people.
At the same time, it was also a place where the members of the organization often had good reasons to go.

For example, markets, taverns, and casinos that specialized in dealing with the rat people, including the spectator stands of some of the lowest-level arenas, could set up dead letter boxes.

The advantage of using a dead letter box was that the person receiving the message didn’t need to see the person who sent the message.
They didn’t even need to know who the person sending the message was.
This undoubtedly greatly increased the safety factor.

The second problem was that Meng Chao felt that the rat militia setting up a cordon in the depths of the slums was too much of a joke.

If this ancient orc armory and the surrounding tunnels that led out of the city were really crucial to the rat militia’s plan.

Then, the three or five layers of cordon that Meng Chao could easily infiltrate would be useless.

Although the careless warriors of the clan were unlikely to have the professional standards of a Ghost Assassin.

However, since they were in the business of killing people, they could not pin their hopes on the stupidity of the enemy.

Therefore, as the Rat God’s emissary, Meng Chao introduced several ways to set up light and dark sentry posts.

There were also many ways to excavate the uninhabited warning lines and traps.

None of them were high-tech.

The simplest method was to tighten a few strands of hair on a route that was easily infiltrated by the enemy, hang a few bells on it, and put two or three small-scale animal traps in the back of the secret place..
This could possibly plug up a fatal loophole.